the star of northland
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Thread Topic: the star of northland
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Quinn left the room and got dressed into some comfortable clothes for night, a white singlet and tracksuit pants. He’d left the house to get dinner when Elliot fell on him, but he couldn’t leave the guy on his own, especially with a bung leg and a murderer on the loose. He checked the kitchen for food.
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Elliot glanced around the room for a moment, spotting the TV on the wall across from him. "Mind if I put something on?" He called out, gesturing to the holographic, dimly lit screen.
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‘Go ahead,’ Quinn called. ‘Are you hungry? Do you need some dinner or something?’
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"I'm alright for now," Elliot replied as he grabbed the clear remote, glowing buttons appearing on it. He turned on the holographic screen, putting on a random channel. A video of a reporter appeared as she talked about an escaped convict who fled from the Otherside, a picture of the supposed murderer appeared on screen. A picture of him. Elliot exclaimed in fear and shock, trying to quickly change the channel on the TV. "f---, f---, f---, f----"
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Quinn’s head popped in, hearing him swearing. ‘Are you okay?’
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"Y-Yeah, just- just fine!" Elliot replied, finally managing to click off the channel and onto a different one. He groaned, setting down the remote and rubbing his face.
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Quinn frowned, walking over. ‘You sure?’ he asked, sitting down on the coffee table next to Elliot.
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"Yeah, just- just moved my leg and it kind of hurt," Elliot answered, chuckling awkwardly. "I'm fine, trust me."
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Quinn nodded, standing up. ‘Alright,’ he said, walking back into the kitchen. He spread some peanut butter on two pieces of toast and walked back in with the sandwich.
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Elliot sighed as he turned to look back at the TV, laying down. He pulled the duvet up to his chin, watching the holographic screen in silence.
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Quinn glanced over at him, brows furrowing slightly. He was going to ask again if he was alright, but decided against it and sat down in the armchair. He felt oddly protective of Elliot for some reason. Probably because he was in his house and had been chased by a murderer.
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Elliot let out a yawn as he shifted in his spot, sprawling out on the couch a bit before drifting off to sleep.
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Quinn smiled softly, looking over at him. He turned the TV off and dimmed the lights. ‘G’night, Elliot,’ he mumbled, then walked to his own room.
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(ts to the morning?)
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(Sure!)
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